?101: Chapter 91: Search the Mountain?

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    (Additional update 2 for alliance leader ‘Xi Chenyue’) 101: Chapter 91: Search the Mountain?

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    (Additional update 2 for alliance leader ‘Xi Chenyue’) After she threw down the policewoman.

    Leaning against the endless night, a figure in a white robe let out a harsh and grating laugh.

    Before the crowd opened fire.

    With a light tip of his toe, he soared into the air like a white crane taking flight, landing by the lake.

    He tapped the ground repeatedly, moving with a speed akin to a ghost, turning into a lingering afterimage that disappeared into the dark depths of the forest.

    Seeing their comrade killed.

    A group of patrol officers’ eyes turned red!

    “FK!”

    “Kill him!”

    A barrage of gunfire rained toward the direction where the figure in the white robe had vanished!

    When the gunfire ceased.

    A group of patrol officers, with their flashlights, went to search but found nothing but a chaotic spread of bullet holes.

    After a few of them took up guard positions.

    The rest gathered around the policewoman.

    Brian squatted next to her, took a couple of looks then shook his head at everyone, “Massive internal damage, head damage, significant blood loss, even in a hospital, she couldn’t be saved.

    She’s in a lot of pain right now...”

    The policewoman was still not dead.

    She lay on the ground, her back slightly arched, her body twitching, black blood continuously flowing from her mouth, her gaze painfully looking at everyone, full of a desire to live.

    The internal damage had caused her to lose the ability to breathe.

    In just a few tens of seconds, she would leave this world.

    “FK!”

    An elder white police officer pulled out his pistol, knelt in front of the policewoman, his trembling hand stroking her forehead, tears flowing incessantly, “Jenny, I’m sorry, daddy is so sorry...”

    Accompanied by a gunshot.

    The man’s anguished and hateful wail echoed throughout the entire camp.

    ...

    After they gathered their comrade’s body.

    Brian was about to discuss this attack incident with Susan.

    They had realized that the culprit of this case was not human, or rather, not a normal human, but at a minimum, a group of Mutants made up of at least two individuals!

    Fortunately, Susan, using a satellite phone, knew that the group that had left with the body before had not been attacked and had safely driven away.

    Otherwise, the fate of those logistics personnel could very much have been total annihilation.

    At that moment, the rest of the police, led by the white police officer who was the father of the female officer, surrounded them.

    The middle-aged white police officer, with red-rimmed eyes, said, “The truth, we need to know the truth!

    I need to know, what kind of monster killed my daughter!”

    They were not fools!

    That speed, that strength!

    A normal human simply could not reach such a level!

    Seeing this, Susan’s eyes chilled, and she stepped in front of Brian, about to speak.

    Brian grabbed her and looked earnestly at the people around, “A monster, a monster wearing human skin!

    Believe me, guys.

    I can understand how you’re feeling right now!

    I am outraged by the death of a companion too, and if I could, I would catch those two monsters right now and burn them on a stake.

    My name is Brian; perhaps you’ve heard of me.

    I swear I will execute the monsters that attacked us today, to avenge our fellows!

    But until you sign a confidentiality agreement, I can’t tell you the truth about those monsters, or it would bring you big trouble.

    You also must keep today’s events to yourselves.

    Believe me.

    Otherwise, the consequences are not something you want to know about.

    If you’re interested, you can apply to join the NW.”

    Brian wasn’t lying.

    If the information about the Mutants was to spread, it would cause societal turmoil.

    Then, people would begin to look around with suspicion and distrust.

    Under prolonged tension, people are easily agitated.

    And the United States is a nation with gun freedom...

    Even nations without gun freedom would dislike to see social disturbances arise.

    So...

    towards those who dare leak secrets, the global ruling classes maintain a zero-tolerance attitude; once found out, it’s physical Destruction, with a large number of sequence staff always monitoring information flow through various channels, cutting off any information that could lead to instability.

    “FK the confidentiality agreement; all I want now is to avenge my daughter!”, the middle-aged police officer was still furious, but those officers behind him stepped back under Brian’s forceful and persuasive words.

    As members of a violent group, they understood the Federation’s cold indifference even better.

    Brian embraced the man, overwhelmed by emotion, “Buddy, if you want to avenge your daughter, then calm down, take a deep breath, listen to me, take a deep breath.

    Once you’ve calmed down, I will lead people to find those monsters!”

    The black police officer, Green, also persuaded, “He’s Brian, the Brian who solved three cases in one day; he is capable, you should trust him!”

    “Brian, I know; I just heard his name today, he’s a very impressive guy from the new department.”

    The other officers who had heard Brian’s name today also began to calm their comrade.

    Primarily because they too had been frightened by Brian’s words and didn’t want to invite trouble for themselves.

    Finally, having lost the support of his fellows, the air going out of him, the middle-aged male officer sat dispiritedly in front of his daughter’s body bag, lost in a daze.

    ...

    Brian asked the black officer Green to pay attention to his colleagues’ emotions.

    He then turned to Susan, “Any news from the Forest Park reception desk?”

    “No,” Susan’s face showed anger, “All this time, even if there’s no one on duty, there should have been some feedback by now, those bastards!”

    Brian patted Susan on the shoulder, “Stay calm.

    How powerful do you think the Mutants this time are?”

    “Very strong!” Susan’s expression was solemn, “I can instantly hit six targets within one second, but just now with twelve bullets fired, not a single shot hit; the target’s speed is too fast, so fast that I can’t even complete a pre-aim lock.”

    Brian nodded, “Call for headquarters support.”

    Forest, night, the enemy’s speed wasn’t human.

    In such a situation, entering the forest, it’s hard to tell who is the prey and who is the hunter.

    He initially intended to lead people to the cave where the victim’s belongings were found to survey the situation, but now he had abandoned that idea, even abandoned the case.

    The Mutant’s abilities were eerie, one couldn’t use the approach for dealing with regular criminals.

    Humans needed to be killed.

    But not by foolishly entering the forest to search the mountains.

    What era was it to still play the lone hero?

    In this situation, rallying people was the right move.

    Although Susan was somewhat reluctant, she still pressed the distress button on her watch and went aside to explain the situation.

    Brian then signaled the officers, pulled out all the grenades on his person, and began setting up traps around the camp to prevent the Mutants, whose numbers were unknown, from launching another surprise attack.

    ...

    After getting busy.

    Susan irritably asked Brian for a cigarette, “What were you doing stopping me just now?”

    “If I hadn’t stopped you and you blurted out about the Mutants, that would have harmed them.”

    Brian rolled his eyes.

    He was also afraid that if Susan misspoke, it might incite the emotions of the policemen.

    All those men were armed.

    Susan, with her candid mind, probably couldn’t grasp the artful nuances in his speech.

    As long as they dealt with those Mutants this time.

    He would effectively be courting this batch of district officers, and his reputation would spread from their mouths to more of the rank-and-file officers.

    Brian still remembered the second to last paragraph of his uncle’s letter: When that group of people come looking for you, you’ll know why.

    He did not know which group of people that referred to.

    And he didn’t want to know.

    Brian only knew that the stronger he became, the more he could control his own fate.

    The power of an individual was ultimately limited.

    As a hidden Mutant BOSS, he needed greater influence to protect himself and even become one of the Federation’s players!

    This would take some time, a process.

    Now, he was taking the first step on this path: to unite all the forces he could!

    ...

    A dozen minutes later.

    Three Apache AH-64 attack helicopters loaded with ammunition, along with a CH-47 Chinook transport helicopter, arrived above the camp.

    One of the CH-47 transport helicopters descended.

    Several soldiers and two sequence staff of the Northwest sequence began to have the patrol officers sign confidentiality agreements and issue warnings.

    After instructing Green and his group to stay put at the camp and not to wander off, Brian and Susan climbed aboard the CH-47 transport helicopter.

    The helicopter took off.

    The pilot said to the two of them, “Target information.”

    “The target’s activity area is within a five-kilometer radius of this lake, mainly the stone caves in the mountainous area seven kilometers to the east.

    The speed is very fast; I don’t know if you guys can conduct a night search?”

    Brian told the pilot the information he currently knew.

    The pilot coldly nodded and communicated over the radio channel, “Activating radar search...”

    The next moment.

    On the electronic display, within a circle of green ripples, hundreds of life forms were marked out.

    Just then.

    The communication channel conveyed a message, “Combat sequence, Unit 3, a high-speed moving target is detected to the west, traveling over a hundred eighty kilometers per hour, repeat, to the west...”

    You could hear the shock in the voice of the pilot of helicopter 3.

    That kind of speed in forest terrain was absurd!

    Brian’s helicopter immediately changed direction, following the lead.

    In less than a minute and a half.

    Three Apaches hovered above a small mountain peak, “Two targets, have ceased movement, deploying drones...”

    Dozens of drones flew down the mountain.

    A few seconds later.

    The drone’s footage was transmitted to the screen.

    A tall, blurred figure in a robe appeared in the frame.

    The next moment.

    A chaotic mass of stones precisely hit one of the drones.

    Brian directly commanded, “That’s them; they are too fast, open fire and take them down!”

    “Confirm target, lock on!”

    Several pilots responded, tilting their heads slightly as the gun barrel of the M-230E-1 30mm chain gun beneath the nose of the aircraft followed the pilot’s movements, locking onto the figures below.

    “Locked on!”

    “Fire!”

    The next moment.

    Ratatat~

    Three streams of fire descended from the sky, raining down upon the mountaintop ahead...

    Mountain searching?

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